The Mysterious Box
Mornings were never her thing. Even for an eleven year old, there was far too much to do before being seen by people. There was hair, makeup, and a rabid sifting through the closet to see what would be acceptable for the day.
Still, she would look fantastic. There was no alternative.
The Great Hall was empty, and Christina wondered if the magical plates would produce food even if it wasn't meal time. She was hungry--no dinner the night before--so it was certainly worth a try.
She had nearly settled in to her normal place at the Slytherin table when something at the head table caught her eye.
It was an intricately designed box, small, and powerful. That much was obvious. But what was it? And why on earth would they have left it there?
She pushed herself up and approached the box, wand in hand. It was gorgeous, pulsating almost, and she knew she had to have it. Perhaps power was inside? Maybe nothing--
No. Not nothing. There was much to this box, and as Christina approached, she felt herself wanting nothing more than to hold it.
But perhaps, she reasoned, it was not that simple? Her wand then, she decided, reaching out and touching the tip to its glossy wooden lid.
